Yonder Star led Him here.
The white shroud
Flowed like milk.
Everyone stares at the spillage.
Disbelief. Laughter. Honest incredulity.
He took in the smell, of bitter coffee and stinky socks. Chocolate and sweat. A brunette’s Lavender perfume.
Laptops, less laughter.
Phones, failing voices.
The brunette’s eyes…. black donuts.
He flowed towards the counter.
‘One Frappuchino, please’